A Rambling Man…
// February 23rd, 2010 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
I finally got around to watching the last episode of 6 Feet Under. Fuck I love that show.
So I’m watching it and just tearing up. Last night, same thing. Watching One Tree Hill and outright crying. That’s what good writing does to you. Gets down deep in your gut and moves you.
Because really, there are two kinds of writers. Those who are doing it for the money, and those that strive for true beauty. It’s easy to spot the former. They’re everywhere, and they’re usually pretty terrible. But the latter… the real writers, they breathe, sweat and bleed their craft. Those are the ones you have to watch out for. It’s a dangerous man who can make you shed tears with naught but the stroke of a pen. It is a vengeful goddess who can wrap you around her finger with but a few simple words purred from her lips.
It is the greatest of honors to be a writer. We have the ability to shape reality in most minute, almost imperceptible of ways. We craft the bed time stories that rock you to sleep and spin your dreams. We weave the music that moves your feet and spin the laughter from your tortured soul. We pass on your traditions and faiths. And when the empires have fallen and the soldiers have bled for our sins, it is we who write the history books and sing their praises. Writers shape the world of your dreams while you’re still dreaming.
But lest we believe ourselves Gods, fate is all to quick to remind us of our folly. History’s greatest scribes have often died penniless and drunken scoundrels. In the end they are left only with their legacies; the stories the wove, the fiction they birthed. A worthy trade I think.
When my time comes – hopefully some easy Sunday morning far, far away from here- I hope they’ll say of me
“He was a bastard if every I met one, but god damn he made me laugh.
I imagine I’ll be in good company.
“It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.” -walt disney






